I really don't think you wanna know what I think on this one lol.
What was that? A knock at the door? The window? Which one? I hear it echoing through my head. Please, someone make it stop, make it stop, make it STOP!!! I can't take it! Knocking constantly, constantly knocking. They say he knocks. Why? Why would he knock? It makes no sense at all. Why? Why should he knock? Just thinking?
Knock? Knock? Knock?
No! I will not answer! But even as this thought runs through my head, I stand. Why now? Why tonight? Please, not yet. Not now, Not now! I'm not finished! I need more time! I step closer, knowing he is not far now. Why? I need more time I tell you! I step closer, drawn inexplicably towards the door. Not now, not yet! Just another day. Let me do this when I'm ready. Another step. I can feel the energy from the door, from him. Please, not yet. Another step, close enough to touch the door. Why now? Slowly I reach for the door. The knob is cold. I don't? I'm not finished yet! I'm not done! Please not now. I wait
KNOCK? KNOCK? KNOCK?
Slowly I open the door. Silver. Black. Swish!!! I see it all. The sickle flies through me. Never leaving a scratch. But I fall, I leave, I'm gone.
Knock? Knock? Knock?
He comes for us all. Death comes for us all. Can you hear him? Can you hear it?
Poetry by Asheron
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Written on 2006-09-03 at 07:54
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There is a Knock
Knock? Knock? Knock?What was that? A knock at the door? The window? Which one? I hear it echoing through my head. Please, someone make it stop, make it stop, make it STOP!!! I can't take it! Knocking constantly, constantly knocking. They say he knocks. Why? Why would he knock? It makes no sense at all. Why? Why should he knock? Just thinking?
Knock? Knock? Knock?
No! I will not answer! But even as this thought runs through my head, I stand. Why now? Why tonight? Please, not yet. Not now, Not now! I'm not finished! I need more time! I step closer, knowing he is not far now. Why? I need more time I tell you! I step closer, drawn inexplicably towards the door. Not now, not yet! Just another day. Let me do this when I'm ready. Another step. I can feel the energy from the door, from him. Please, not yet. Another step, close enough to touch the door. Why now? Slowly I reach for the door. The knob is cold. I don't? I'm not finished yet! I'm not done! Please not now. I wait
KNOCK? KNOCK? KNOCK?
Slowly I open the door. Silver. Black. Swish!!! I see it all. The sickle flies through me. Never leaving a scratch. But I fall, I leave, I'm gone.
Knock? Knock? Knock?
He comes for us all. Death comes for us all. Can you hear him? Can you hear it?
Poetry by Asheron
Read 689 times
Written on 2006-09-03 at 07:54
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